One Last Letter
I’ve written you many a letter before
Till my hand ignited with a sinewy burn
And I would have writ you one thousand more
Had you not become a lover scorn’d
You burned through my hand like hourglass sand
And nothing you could say could kiss it better
So let’s summarize that impassioned one thousand
With one last last blazing letter
Oh, that boy did charm me with his humor and dry wit
He did appeal to me, a red-crowned sprightly child
A match ignited the heart’s wick, t’was lit
Those young, endrummed chests did beat so wild
You skimmed the surface of my tranquil lake
Creating ripples with every step tred
And what unbeknownst remained in the wake
Would later stain my waters red
You told me you loved me
And you’d love me with all the days that you had left
Only now that our time is through do I see
Your futile claims were a waste of breath
One day, you were just gone
Empty eyes one million miles away
How can you beg not to be left alone
If you didn’t want me to stay?
I didn’t mean anything to you anymore
Once burning so bright, our flame went out
What was real meant less than lore
Green rainforest entered a drought
Nebulous confusion had filled my days
You had made me feel so high, seemingly alkaloid
Now that I’m no longer under drug-induced haze
I can see that our love was nothing but void
You made me feel like I did you wrong
You indifferent, cold bastard
I wept as much as the nights were long
Until I surmised that you never really mattered.